Wet Confessions
“There will be no stopping at all.”
Serenya’s chest rose against his, her breath catching on the chains he tried to forge between them. She closed her eyes, trembling, daring, whispering, “Then don’t stop.”
Lightning flashed. Thunder shattered the air. And in that heartbeat, choice burned away, leaving only ruin.
The Ruin Chosen
The storm became their witness.
His restraint snapped like glass beneath a hammer. One heartbeat he was frozen before her, the next his mouth claimed hers with a hunger that had slept centuries and awoke starving.
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